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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Here we are at the turning of the seasons, yet again. And at the same time my own life is in a transition into something new. As Carman and I have been talking about how the blog will continue into this new season I am recalling one more poetry exercise that seems to have a bearing here. It's a thought that has occurred to many a poet over the centuries; I do not claim originality here.

This eternal question shows up in this poem of mine "Is life a circle too, or just a line...?"

I wrote this sestinain the spring, but no matter. I think it fits today. I share it with you as I'm considering this new transition in my life. Perhaps it will give you something to think about for yourself.

Seasons, A Sestina

Standing still I hear the sound of running waterIs winter done? I listen and I wonderat the changing of all matterThis space I’m occupying, is it really mineor will it melt and run away for goodWill it come again, like every season

“To everything there is a Season”quotes the preacher, and the waterillustration can be goodand yet as I perceive the world with wonderI cannot help but question what is mineHow best ensure my little life can matter

The snow, the mud, drab grass, uncovered mattermark this, as yet, unflowered seasonToo soon to walk out into that garden of mineAll that grows there now is under waterand yet I know it’s there, all tucked in wonderwaiting for the warming sun and good

warm wind and drying days, for goodsignals that it’s time again to matterGeese arrive in squadron formed in wonderinstincts intact, smaller birds too read the seasonFat robin waits on hedge, finds waterworms and grubs to mine

Swirling signs that seasons change around me. Minea life amid the birds, the plants, the melting snow, all goodI try to read the message of the seasonsWhere in my lengthening days will I find waterHow do robins teach me what can matterWhat must melt away, what remain with wonder

Is life a circle too, or just a line, I wonder As seasons change this puzzle still is mineIt seems so clear that each returning seasonwashes out the old, returns the goodsprings up anew the precious things that matterlike life responding to that fresh spring water

Where is that refreshing water to renew my life I wonderHow shall I ensure all my days matter, that new energy is mineBe certain every good comes round again in each transforming season

1 comment:

Beautifully said ... you have the gift of writing and sharing wisdom with we, the readers ! Your new season is so full of possibilities ...it's exciting! Every good wish for health and hope as you step into newness of life surrounded by family and friends. God bless !